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1st Lieut 2d term Academy admitted afterwards Andover appointed April army Assistant August autumn battle became beginning born Captain Cavalry Charles Church Class July 24 Class of 58 Class Sept commenced Commission continued County daughter December degree of M. A. died discharged Dwight East Edward engaged enlisted entered the Class expected firm Freshman term George graduated Hartford Haven Henry Infantry James John June Junior Law School Lieutenant Louis M. A. from Yale March married Mary Mass meeting Miss months mustered North November October practice practiced Law prepared for College present Principal promoted reach received the degree Regiment remained resigned returned Robert School Seminary September served Smith Sophomore spent spring Stevens street studied Surgeon taught third Thomas Virginia West York
Σελίδα 88 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Σελίδα 21 - When war winged its wide desolation And threatened the land to 'deform, The ark then of Freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe through the storm; With her garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue.
Σελίδα 88 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Σελίδα 87 - Whose laugh of victory loudest rung — Yet not for glorying ? Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, No rivalry might brook, And yet distinction claiming not ? There lies he — go and look ! On now — his requiem is done, The last deep prayer is said—- On to his burial, comrades — on, With a friend and brother dead ! Slow — for it presses heavily — It is a man ye bear ! Slow, for our thoughts dwell wearily On the gallant sleeper there.
Σελίδα 19 - ALMA MATER. ALMA MATER! Alma Mater! Heaven's blessing attend thee, While we live we will cherish protect and defend thee...
Σελίδα 22 - When borne by the red, white, and blue, Thy banners make Tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue. When war winged its wide desolation And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of Freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe thro...
Σελίδα 87 - YE*TK gathered to your place of prayer, With slow and measured tread : Your ranks are full, your mates all there — But the soul of one has fled. He was the proudest in his strength, The manliest of ye all ; Why lies he at that fearful length, And ye around his pall ? Ye reckon it in days, since he Strode up that foot-worn aisle, With his dark eye flashing gloriously, And his lip wreathed with a smile.
Σελίδα 22 - The wine cup, the wine-cup bring hither, And fill you it true to the brim ; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim ; May the service, united, ne'er sever, But they to their colors prove true; The Army and Navy forever, — Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue ! •
Σελίδα 19 - ... Mater ! watch o'er our last parting, Wipe away those sad tears that too soon may be starting ; Whisper thou o'er our doubts, " Duty calls you, be brave, Truth's soldiers are fainting, go, succor and save. Be brave — be true — your country will love you, Be right — your might in God above you.
Σελίδα 87 - From out yon rank of fresh-lipped men, Would ye have singled him ? Whose was the sinewy arm, that flung Defiance to the ring ? Whose laugh of victory loudest rung — Yet not for glorying ? Whose heart, in generous deed and thought, No rivalry might brook, And yet distinction claiming not ? There lies he — go and look! On, now,— his requiem is done, The last deep prayer is said; On to his burial, comrades, on, With the noblest of the dead!